top student at medical school

Chapter 232 A Teacher-Style Bitch
"Now that the competition format, schedule, and rules have been announced, we would like to invite Associate Professor Dong Dongsheng from Peking Union Medical College Hospital to give us a demonstration and teaching of the incision procedure that began this morning. You can compare and refer to Associate Professor Dong Dongsheng's operation as a scoring guide."

"Everyone, give us a round of applause!"

The stadium erupted in enthusiastic applause.

An Luming added, "Everyone should absolutely refer to and understand Associate Professor Dong Dongsheng's methods, because his methods, whether right or wrong, are the absolute standard of reference!"

That shout immediately brought the applause to a climax.

To be honest, there are still traces to follow if you want to imitate correctly, but if Dong Dongsheng deliberately shows off his skills and does something that looks completely convoluted during the competition, everyone can only stare blankly.

Wang Yuanqi, the doctoral student leading the team, is currently a second-year doctoral student. He explained to Fang Ziye and others who were surrounding him: "The Department of Trauma Surgery at Peking Union Medical College Hospital may not be as well-known as Tongji Hospital, but this Associate Professor Dong Dongsheng is a figure comparable to Professor Liu Huanglong."

"He's just a bit older than Professor Liu Huanglong."

"It must have been at the beginning of this year when Professor Dong Dongsheng won the MVP award at the National Trauma Surgery Conference. He is currently thirty-eight years old, and among young and middle-aged trauma surgeons under the age of forty, he can definitely be ranked in the top five!"

"The development trend of Peking Union Medical College Hospital in recent years has been really rapid. Even the teachers suspect that they may have given them extra money in private or something." Wang Yuanqi touched his neck, and at this moment he wanted to pinch himself, as if to vent his jealousy.

To be a prominent figure among the younger generation nationwide is a whole different story.

For example, Yuan Weihong, an older young doctor who won the MVP award in the trauma surgery competition last year, can only get a relatively high number of appointments in the trauma surgery system of Hubei Province. But outside of Hubei Province, who knows you except your classmates?
At the national exchange conference, anything below the top ten is just a supporting role.

Even for those who are further down the top ten, for people to remember you, it's either because you look unusual or because you did something funny on the field. Otherwise, people really don't have the time or inclination to pay attention to you.

To be honest, for ordinary families, having a PhD from a 985 university like Fang Ziye or Wang Yuanqi and easily getting into a municipal hospital in Wuhan would be a great achievement, a huge leap forward for them.

Because once you reach this stage, as long as you don't do anything reckless and live an honest and peaceful life, you will live better and more prosperously than more than 80% of people.

However, this only applies to ordinary families.

If you want to get into a top-tier tertiary hospital like Zhongnan Hospital, simply having the title of "Doctor" to bring honor to your ancestors isn't enough; you might need your ancestors' graves to emit more smoke (i.e., a lot of positive energy).

If you go a step further, like Yuan Weihong, you can beat your peers to a pulp, and these people aren't novices; they're all people of the same level, talent, and ability as you. You might even beat some of them so badly that they can't see a bright future. That would probably require a lot more effort and more effort.

China is a vast country with abundant resources and a wealth of talented people.

Therefore, Yuan Weihong can only hope that he can benchmark himself against Associate Professor Zhong Wenyuan in the future and work hard in the next five years to try to reach the top level in the country.

Of course, neither Yuan Weihong nor Zhong Wenyuan can ever compare to Professor Liu Huanglong, a top young talent at Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

The absolute talent and achievements of others are right here, already forming a huge mountain.

Dong Dongsheng's build could be described as flat. His voice was soft and patient. He explained as he began the procedure. Moreover, this procedure was only being performed on experimental mice, not on patients, so there was no concern about patient survival or other psychological burdens.

Therefore, when Dong Dongsheng was operating, he brought his skills to the extreme and almost ascended to heaven on the spot.

Medicine doesn't allow for flashy techniques, but competitions can.

The competition is for performance, for showing off skills. If you don't want to show off your skills, you won't participate in the competition. Moreover, this is a paid, incentive-based competition, designed to push the atmosphere to a climax.

"That's it, and then, let's see!"

"I'll cut it again."

"The blood vessel hasn't ruptured yet!"

"Is this force well controlled? Because we have already exposed all the tissue that we want to cut open."

"So, let's make another cut!" Dong Dongsheng slashed at the blood vessel wall.

However, the outer layer of the blood vessel was damaged, but the blood vessel itself was not broken.

This level of skill goes beyond what is typically performed during routine surgery; it requires complete control and mastery.

Many people in the arena kept swallowing hard after watching the competition, clearly finding it unbelievable. Especially those who were participating in such a competition for the first time and came to broaden their horizons, their eyes widened and they swallowed rapidly.

Such people also include Fang Ziye. However, Fang Ziye found that his senior brother Wang Yuanqi next door was also frowning with a bitter face.

“Since we’ve already made an incision, why don’t we do a cross carving on the blood vessel wall…” Associate Professor Dong Dongsheng continued, inhumanely.

With one slash, it felt as if the blade was cutting not a rat's blood vessel, but a steel plate, impossible to cleave.

While everyone was shocked and bewildered.

"So? Let's do another cross-shaped carving..." Dong Dongsheng's tone was very soft and his voice was very low, but it was very penetrating. It was so strong that Professor An Luming stopped his beaming smile and was taken aback and moved.

Clearly, this last operation almost strained his back, exceeding the comprehension of ordinary people.

After getting used to the tingling sensation on his scalp, Fang Ziye, along with the crowd, generously offered his own round of applause, which thundered and lasted for a long time...

Thunderous applause erupted once again.

"Brothers, the future is bright! Keep it up, you're all capable!" Although Dong Dongsheng was rather flat-chested, at this moment, he resembled a giant mountain. Beneath this mountain lay nearly forty years of accumulated skill, beckoning to the younger generation from afar. After Associate Professor Dong Dongsheng finished his demonstration, the competition immediately began.

Of course, before the competition, a number drawing was conducted to group all the participants. There were more than two hundred participants in total, with more than two hundred numbers.

Each group can accommodate 42 participants, and each group has a time limit of 15 minutes.

Fang Ziye drew number 201, which put him in the second-to-last group of the competition.

This will take more than an hour, almost two hours. With the transfer in between, it will be almost 11:30.

The first round is the preliminary round. In the preliminary round, the emphasis is on merit, and everyone can participate.

Practice when you can, compete when you can...

Of course, Fang Ziye was not in a hurry.

They began to survey the arena!

Wang Yuanqi, a senior student, went to participate in the competition, and Fang Ziye stood beside him, cheering him on.

While everyone was preparing, Nie Xuehua and her small team waved to Fang Ziye.

After Wang Yuanqi left, Fang Ziye and Li Yuanpei, the two doctoral candidates, immediately followed their senior, who was already a doctor, and approached him.

After they each clarified their entry number,

"Ziye! What number are you?" Zhang Zixi asked Fang Ziye.

"Brother Xi, I'm number two hundred and so," Fang Ziye quickly replied.

"Oh! ~ That's relatively far back."

"But it's okay! Actually, this round is a good opportunity to show your basic skills. Being in a later round doesn't mean you'll have a lower final score," Zhang Zixi reassured her.

He's going to compete in the next round!
Nie Xuehua is in the third group.

A group consists of twenty-four people.

After the first group of participants had finished preparing, Fang Ziye and the others who were competing later walked to the control panel display screen where Wang Yuanqi was.

Looking at the magnified display screens showing the details of each piece of equipment from afar, this was specifically for the invigilators and other contestants to see, allowing them to see the details and key points of the operation process.

Furthermore, the screen will be recorded to facilitate the review of scores and avoid errors in grading.

……

Soon, Professor An Luming announced the start of the first round of the competition.

However, just as Fang Ziye was watching his senior Wang Yuanqi's operation, Nie Xuehua, who was in the third group to compete, was paying attention to Zhang Wenshang's operation from the Provincial People's Hospital: "See? This Zhang Wenshang is quite skilled. It seems he has improved a lot."

"Only one year."

Before Nie Xuehua could finish speaking, she was interrupted and her words exploded with surprise from the crowd.

"Holy crap, look at number sixteen."

"Silence! Maintain discipline! You are all adults," Professor An Luming shouted into the microphone.

Although this rule has not been announced!

But everyone here is an industry professional, and all of us are surgeons who perform surgeries. When watching someone else's surgery, we don't disturb them or make noise that might affect their performance!
These are the most basic principles and qualities!

The man immediately shut up, and the scene remained silent, except for occasional whispers.

Upon hearing this, Nie Xuehua took a few steps, bringing Fang Ziye with her. However, just as they reached a point where she could clearly see the screen displaying Fang Ziye's location, Nie Xuehua stopped!
He turned his head and said, "There's a dark horse. This young man is amazing. Let me tell you, his current skill level is already quite advanced and he's ready to be recognized."

"It just looks a little unfamiliar."

“Brother Xuehua, this person is my classmate.” Right next to Nie Xuehua was Dr. Wu Xuanqi from Tongji Hospital, who was standing there. After hearing Nie Xuehua’s question, he replied.

"He told me yesterday that he was terrible, and today he's suddenly so good. He's been hiding his skills really well," Wu Xuanqi cursed.

"Where do you work now? Dr. Wu, are you familiar with me?" Wu Xuanqi is actually a little younger than Nie Xuehua.

“Yes, I know her. She was my classmate before, and now she works at the First People’s Hospital of Yishi City, which is also the People’s Hospital Affiliated to Three Gorges University.” Wu Xuanqi nodded.

"Didn't you pursue a doctorate?" Nie Xuehua asked without hesitation after reading the document.

Wu Xuanqi shook his head.

(End of this chapter)